Brigantine whispers

Exquisite sun beyond bearing

dive into warm Sound waters/yielding sands below.

Fond shouts above/below, bathe in silence.

Laughter of boaters

Sundays after mass, our mass all the night before

as sun set

and bottles cracked

and faint voices floated from

the long dark brigantine beyond the pier.

After the fall of eve

a bull shark slips by beneath

Just passing through, worry only in the August heat.

The manta sleeps at dawn,

the pelicans settle in before the storm.

Taste the salt and

watch the shore storms rise.

Wait, my love,

to swim

'till morning enters.